Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.